Scp-004 Novels & Stories

All of them had white hair. "They were trying to clone you," Leo whispered, horrified. "They were trying to replicate the royal line." At the very end of the hall was a pod glowing with an intense blue light. The name on the monitor read: ASTRA. SUBJECT 001. I touched the glass. The girl inside looked no older than sixteen. Her eyes snapped open—they weren't gold. They were a piercing, frozen blue. The glass shattered before I could even pull my hand away.

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003

"The 'Holding' protocol has expired. Repossessing raw materials." "Raw materials?" I yelled, the Red Blood surging back to life. I felt the violet spark Silas had left in me ignite, creating a strange, swirling energy that felt like a storm in my veins. "We aren't materials! We’re the ones who survived your 'Graveyard'!" The Null turned its green lens toward me. "Subject 01-A. Identified as: **High-Value Bio-Mass**. Synthesis of Red Blood detected. Recovery of the 'Prime Frequency' is mandatory."

The alien creature suddenly interrupted her, his dark blonde brows mildly raising with surprise as his galaxy eyes intensely bore into the human female’s dark ones, already eager to know more about this new female Negative. "Y-yes. The BloodHound found her. Soldier 0410," She confirmed right before one of the guards soundlessly approached and placed a tablet into his awaiting palm, his dark galaxy eyes falling onto the profile laid on display. "Madeleine Cross..." He muttered under his breath, his calculating gaze rapidly absorbing all the information available on the human female. "She had strong illyrian genes as well," The young doctor chimed in as she watched him read through the profile

“Lena—he’s absorbing your power. He’s becoming something else.” Lena choked: “No… no, he’s my brother—he’s not a stabilizer—” Z-03 tilted its head. “He is not Z-03. Nor Z-04. But he is no longer human.” Z-04’s voice cut through harshly: “Z-01 must be terminated. It is the corrupted precursor.” Lena screamed: “I WON’T LET YOU TOUCH HIM!” Her presence flared again— Z-03 bowed deeper. Z-04 shook violently, digging its claws deeper into the earth.

Jaxter said as he stood up and walked toward the center of the room. Hayle and Jacob watched Jaxter move away, then exchanged glances, both realizing how dangerously close they had been to a psychopath. “Roberto! Search for any member with the serial 4401 in the Golden Circle. Contact 001 and tell him I’m requesting special access to 4401. Once you find him, bring him here alive! I’ll deal with this little rat myself,” Jaxter commanded, his voice cutting through the cold mountain air.

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

“How about that one. D3M04/A4G31. It looks like the codes I saw on the other files.” Rowan opens the file and gasps. We don’t even notice that our noses are almost touching the screen as we read through the file. D3M04 10RD- Captured date 03/16/1999 - Present Subject showing signs of aggression after being separated from the mate. Due to genetic abilities, the subject is a viable donor for the life endurance of interspecies permutation. D3M04’S mate, A4G31, although a viable donor, is expendable. However, D3M04 10RD has proven himself to be unmanageable because of his superior abilities. Therefore, an arrangement has been made with D3M04 10RD that as long as he remains cooperative, A4G31 sh

And in the furthest Council vault the old servers began to fry, spontaneously, violently. An operator yelled. Sector 4 is gone! Another was crying, Memory banks are killing themselves, data is rewriting! it is playing on her name!” It was the final screen flashing: Breach of PRIMARY SUBJECT. SUBJECT SEVEN: SYNC 46 %. ZERO PROTOCOL… MERGING.

A deep, distorted voice, completely different from Evelyn's or Victor's, spoke softly through the speaker into the silent room: "Sarah Reed has been relocated to the master facility, Subject Zero," the voice said calmly. "If you wish to see your mother alive again, bring the red vial to Pier 42 before sunrise. And come alone." The speaker went dead. Noah stood frozen in the middle of the quiet hospital room, holding the cold red vial in his trembling hand, looking down at his mother's empty, unmade bed.